My son Austin sang at the book signing for my story in “Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Miracle of Love.” The story behind the song is something good.
I took a deep breath and did what anyone in my position would do as those seated around me gawked at the mess I’d just made. I laughed out loud and said, “This will make a great story.”
What can I say that you don’t already know? You are at the end of a year that I can only dream about. You have experienced events that I have no idea will end up on the calendar.
This lopsided life of mine began while I was living my childhood dream and I looked in the mirror one night and saw the face of a woman I didn’t recognize. Later in the emergency room, I first heard…Bell’s Palsy.
Charles Dickens made them famous, Erma Bombeck made them funny, and I made them a summary of my experience.
I’ve chosen this lucky day to post my first ever paid-to-be-published piece here, blasting it into cyberspace amidst the dust of comets and stars and words that live forever.